Jewish Girl at Hogwarts 2

Jun 18, 2004 23:58



Mrs. Goldberg handed Rachel a brown paper bag as they stood in the crowd of parents and students at the station. “Here’s your lunch, Rachel. I made your favorite,” she said and then gave her daughter a large hug, squeezing Rachel against her chest. “If you need anything just write home using… using…” and here her mother faltered. The poor woman wasn’t used to the idea of the Owl Post. She had screamed in terror when the owl delivering Rachel’s acceptance letter had shown up, almost landing in the Shabbos Challah. Fortunately Mr. Goldberg knew what to do. “Using Fegalah,” she finished, indicating the owl, which hooted and bobbed its head at the sound of its name.

“I will mamma,” Rachel promised, letting her mother go. Her father stood near by an odd look on his face. He was watching the crowd of people, but when he saw that her mother had let her go he stepped up to her.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. Rachel looked past her father at all the people, the hooting owls and the large steam engine waiting for her, and then nodded. He squeezed her shoulder, “If you want to come home, just send us an owl and we’ll pick you right up. I promise you. Okay?”

Rachel nodded, “Yes papa.”

“Good. You have all your books and things?”

“It’s a bit late to be asking her that now, Abraham,” Mrs. Goldberg said. He shrugged, and smiled.

“Well it’s best to make sure, Ida.” Mr. Goldberg said. His wife merely rolled her eyes. The train whistled loudly and the three Goldbergs swung their heads towards it. “You best get on now Rachel,” he said picking up the trunk and owl cage. Rachel took Fegalah from her father and walked to one of the open cabin doors. She climbed up the steps and then took the trunk from her father. It was heavy; full of clothing and things her mother thought she would need. She got it on board, pulling it away from the doorway. The train whistle sounded again and someone shouted “All aboard!”

A last few students ran up onto the train, while what seemed like hundreds more crowded out through the windows and waved good-bye to their parents. The train gave a jerk and started to chug on its way. Rachel waited by the doorway, watching and waving to her parents goodbye until the train station was far out of sight.

When it was good and gone, she looked turned away from the outside and into the messy loudness of the train. One hand reflectively reached up to clasp the small gold Star of David that her mother had given her. She promised to wear it on the train; just in case there was an accident they wouldn’t bury her in a Christian cemetery. It was an odd thing, but one of her mother’s worries, and wearing it was such a small thing that Rachel didn’t mind doing it. Besides it gave her a small bit of comfort. She let her grasp on the star go and resolutely picked up her trunk and owl to look for a place to sit.

I need to come up with a name for this besides Jewish Girl at Hogwarts. I'm thinking this is going to take place in Harry's second year and maybe she'll make friends with Luna or Ginny. *shrugs* I don't know yet. I haven't even figured out what house to put her in. I'm tempted to do Ravenclaw. But Gryffindor would be more... exciting. But it's so cliched. The thing is that most of the known characters are in Gryffindor and there for would be better fleshed out.

Scenes I want to do: Shabbat. The Feast. Quidditch. House elves. Explaining Kosher food. Of course there would also have to be worry about the Basalisk run... slithering around. And Ginny acting weird. Dunno. Stuff to think about, definatetly.

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